Gimi Sum lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Klik]
Loced out, ridin' steamer with the M-A-S-K on my face
Tonight's a stick up takin' place, for cheese, I won't hesitate
To go on another robbin' spree with the AK on my damn side
Come and take a ride with the killers from the Southside
Punk b*tch, don't say a word, my Mossberg gon' put your ass to rest
No bullet proof vest, six slugs to the chest
b*tch, will you walk from that?
I'm tired of bein' broke, trick, you know your life don't mean sh*t
Gimme money, now kickin' in yo' door, lettin' all these slugs rip
Journey with Lil' Klik inside my mind, nothin' but demons dwell
A plan to rule the world, don't give a f*ck, witness this bloody Hell
I come from Willett, b*tch, don't talk no sh*t, we droppin' bombs
No fear is in my heart, I kill you b*tches, gimme some

[Verse 2: 2 Low Key]
Every day I'm constantly hearin' about them wannabe n*ggas, yo, they say they clockin' green
Yo, I'm on the scene, and watch them buster dream, robbery
That's how I come when I think a sucker got the game f*cked up
I'm just a hustler, a gangster
But I be thinkin' if it's on, just feel my mega blast
I got some ID for your ass when I slip on that mask
I want your jewelry, car keys in your pocket, like all money come in sizes
I ain't broke, Low Key don't tell no lies
So how you figure that you bigger than the stick-up n*gga?
Pick up the phone, then call the n*gga Low Key, comin' to get 'em
Damn fool, don't chose to get your f*ckin' wig split
'Cause shaky motherf*ckers try some sh*t to make a lunatic
Click, the money's what I need, you better give it up
I had it up the here, thinkin' evil sh*t to f*cked you up
Chill out, creep out, so welcome to the danger zone
Robbin' is my job, you and you, better gimme some
[Verse 3: Lil Hardness]
Gimme some, b*tch, 'cause this player ain't gon' bullsh*t
These n*ggas be spazzin' around but they fizzinna get they f*ckin' wig split
So you better beware of the robber Lil' Hardness
You know a real player be comin'
But I'm not runnin' alone my nig, I'm runnin' around with my gun, trick
I'm full of that thunder chicken, and wishin' a n*gga don't wanna drop off his stash
I'm loadin' and c*ckin' that Glock up quick, and pop a hot one up in his ass
So choose before you move, 'cause fools don't last long in this f*ckin' game
You think that Lil' Hardness be bullsh*tin or rappin'? Just gon' make a stupid ass move, mane
'Cause bullets are pumpin', I'm dumpin' 'til I see your motherf*ckin' body drop
I'm takin' your ass out the river, mane, to make a quick-ass pit stop
It's killer, Lil' Hardness, be creepin' around with the shotgun
For the 9-5, b*tch, I'm tellin' you to gimme some

[Verse 4: Lil Chucky]
Dividends, all about my hustle, makin' that cash flow
M-O-N-E-Y, gotta get my cheese, so drop it off, hizzo
Mask black, Glock on the creep through the bushes, mane
Gimme some, all you hear is a click in the process of a stang
Slip, trip, Chucky bust your lip
Not givin' up the money might cause you to take a little trip
Stash, spot, bloody Glock, body dropped
You wastin' your dizzamn time tryna get up out your bloody spot
Popped to your head, n*gga's dead, infrared, ho
Scopin' through your window late at night, bustin' through yo' door
Drop it off, n*gga, hit your knees, gimme all your cheese
Tens, twenties, fifties, it don't matter 'long as I get some green
Money in my pocket, so you won't get popped, trick
Lead me to your stash 'fore Lil' Chucky twist your cap, b*tch
Yellow tape, blood all over the place, messed up crime scene
That's what happens if you get in the way of Chucky and my green
[Verse 5: Sir Mike G]
Early in the mornin', sweat pourin' off my damn face
Thinkin' about the stangs and murders I committed the other day
Runnin' from the crooked-ass police, they ain't got no love
Project livin', project born, b*tch, I'm a gangster thug
Clicked up, ridin' deep, thick in the Honeycomb
Tennessee area, that is my f*ckin' home
Slangin' rocks on the block, non-stop, body's drop
Bang, bang, full clip, watch it rip, don't you slip
Pistol grip on your ass if you try to test my nuts
G's only packin' the Z's, mother f*ck a dirty sl*t
Rollin' zig-zagged down the street, and I'm high as f*ck
Watch you duck from the nine Glock, f*ck your brains up
Constantly runnin' you c*cksucker, tryin' to diss a player like me
Sir Mike G, legendary pimpin' from Tennessee
Just like Darth Vader, loced out, and I'm droppin' bombs
For them player hater motherf*ckers, better gimme some

[Outro: M.D.B.]
Ah, yeah, it's the real n*gga in the motherf*ckin' house
With this Willett Klick sh*t
Lettin' you motherf*ckin' n*ggas know
You can't f*ck with the Klick, b*tch
And we out